Mission

Inside the recording studio, Carl is on the phone discussing business, when Toreno takes it from his hand and ends the call. He tells Carl he has one final job before he leaves Carl alone. Carl then says he is tired of working for Toreno and threatens to kill him; the situation is disarmed when Carl's phone rings and, after being prompted by Toreno, Carl answers it. On the other end is his brother, Sweet. Realising that Toreno has delivered his promise, Carl asks him what the "little job" is. Toreno tells him to go pick up his brother.

Upon arrival Carl and Sweet see that the neighbourhood has been taken over by baseheads. Carl wants to abandon the place and go home, but Sweet tells him that his home is right here. Together the brothers clear out the drug dealers populating the area and reclaim Grove Street from the Ballas, taking the first steps to re-establishing Grove Street Families in Los Santos.

Script

Carl Johnson: I don't care 'how', I care 'when'. As in 'now'. You hear me? Hey, man, what the - ?

Sweet Johnson: I don't know what happened, they just released me. No idea what's going on, but I'm in the square outside the precinct in Commerce.

Carl Johnson: Alright you hold tight, I'll be right there.

Sweet Johnson: Alright.

(Carl hangs up the phone)

Carl Johnson: So what was that little job you was talking about, Toreno?

Mike Toreno: I just want you to go pick up your brother. Get out of here.

(Carl arrives at the precinct, and is greeted by his brother)

Sweet Johnson: What's up, bro?

Carl Johnson: Hey, what's up, man?

Sweet Johnson: How you doin', bro?

Carl Johnson: I'm alright, man. Hey, man - we off to our new spot! We got a mansion, Sweet! We been putting in work, and shit is going well. We got a stake in a casino, we got some insane shit in Fierro, we're getting into the rap game! Hey man, let me get you some new clothes, c'mon!

Sweet Johnson: New clothes? Nigga, what the fuck is this bullshit?

Carl Johnson: What you mean, man? What's mine is yours, and you know that.

Sweet Johnson: You never did get it, did you, Carl? I need to check on things in the hood. Man, that's the problem. You always a perpetrator, runing from what's real.

Carl Johnson: Hey man, shit's fucked up there. You don't want to be in the hood.

Sweet Johnson: No. That's exactly where I want to be. What you done for our hood?

Carl Johnson: Man, what the hood done for me? Always dragging me down. Ever since I got out of the hood shit been cracking. That's everybody's dream, to get out of the hood...